Stone Cold ~ Draco Malfoy x reader

Draught of Peace

"He seemed like he was frozen for a second before he took his hand away from where it was on top of mine."

I would love to say the rest of the first week was better but that would be a lie. Umbridge was acting like she was headmaster.

Don't even get me started on the discipline. I hardly got in trouble the past two years except for that one time but it seemed like I was getting in trouble every day now. My hand ached with the engravings on my skin.

Nobody knew, although, I could tell other people were getting the same punishment as well. Many people were hiding it because they thought that if they told someone that it was going to get worse. I don't blame them. 

I walked down the empty corridors heading to potions, my last class. No one had that class with me except of course Malfoy and Harry but I hardly consider Draco a friend. Harry on the other hand; the two of us had gotten closer. We are talking a lot more than we did before. 

I clutched my potions book to my chest, hugging myself to keep warm with the light draft in the hallways.

"Will you look who it is!" A cheery voice came from behind me. Soon I felt a person on either side of me, slinging an arm around my shoulder.

"It's Y/N!" Said the other voice with the same energy.

"Hey, Fred. Hey George." I replied with a smile now lifting both my arms to wrap around each of their shoulders as well.

"Where you headed?" They asked at the same time. They had a habit of doing that. 

"Potions." I scowled. I loved that class in all honesty but it wasn't the class that was the issue. It was the people in it. 

"To potions, we go." Before I knew it I was lifted up so my feet weren't on the floor anymore. They carried me all the way to potions on their shoulders making me laugh the entire way there.

My feet hit the ground and I thanked them with another laugh, waving them goodbye. They turned to go to their class and I walked into the dimly lit classroom.

"Mrs. Hartwood. You'll be working over here today." The deep monotone voice spoke to me as he pointed to where I would be. 

Ughh. I swear these teachers are putting me next to Malfoy to make me miserable on purpose. 

I sludged over there and threw my back on the chair along with my books. 

"Look, I'm not happy about it either," Malfoy spoke up noticing the hint of anger in my actions. "But, I say we make a deal." My interest peaked at the words.

"And what would that be." His gaze turned to meet mine and my structure loosened a little from the stiff position it was just in. I raised an eyebrow since he didn't respond. "You give me answers, and I won't talk to you." 

"And what if I don't?" I teased knowing it got on his nerves when people didn't do what he said. 

"Then you'll have to listen to me talk to you all class." He smirked sarcastically.

"Oh, then you can have the answers," I said in a hurry not wanting to have to talk to him more than I had too. "I can't deal with hearing you speak anymore." He rolled his eyes and I smirked a little knowing I hit another nerve.

We started to brew our potions. When I say we I mean ME. Malfoy pretended to do stuff so he didn't get caught not doing nothing. I didn't mind though since we didn't talk at all. Malfoy was on the other side of the table with the ingredients, right across from me. 

I focused on the pot trying to get the potion right. The assignment was to make a Draught of Peace potion and if we made it right we could keep it. I looked over the book that held the instructions to the potion.

I started to mumble to myself as I recited the recipe in my head.

"Powdered moonstone, powdered Unicorn Horn, powdered Porcupine Quills, Valerian Root..." I trailed off trying to find what was wrong with it.

I felt someone come up beside me. "What are you doing?" He asked nonchalantly as he looked around at the ingredients I had brought out.

"Making the potion," I responded. "What are you doing?"

"Just seeing how it was coming along." He replied but he stayed beside me. I brushed it off and continued to search my brain for the missing ingredient.

"Syrup of hellebore." I heard from the boy again.

"Excuse me?" I asked a little confused turning my head to him.

"You need syrup of hellebore." He replied again. I gave him a questioning look before heading back over to where the ingredients were kept. I hesitated before starting to add drops into the potion.

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I tapped a sixth drop into the potion and went to set the bottle back down before Malfoy spoke again.

"You need one more." 

"Hmm?"

"One more- here." He said a bit sharply as he grabbed my hand that was holding the bottle. He brought it over the top of the cauldron and tipped it down letting a drop escape the glass container. He seemed like he was frozen for a second before he took his hand away from where it was on top of mine. "You're welcome," He sounded a bit annoyed at me but I didn't understand why.

Thankfully he grabbed my hand that didn't have the scar on it.

"And how did you know that?" I asked moments later when I found the potion was correct.

"I'm not as dumb as I look." He responded as he walked back to his side of the table.

"Then why ask for my answers?" I crossed my arms and leaned into my hip.

"Maybe I don't want to talk to you either." He said blandly. I rolled my eyes as the professor came over to check our potions after he got mad at Harry for missing an ingredient. 

"Hello, professor." Malfoy greets as his posture becomes straighter.

"Hello, Malfoy. Hartwood." He greeted kindly and I pressed my lips together. "How's the potion?" 

"We finished it, professor, if you want to check." Malfoy offered as Snape examined the potion.

"Twenty points to Slytherin." He said, his monotone voice still apparent. I smiled as Snape handed both Malfoy and I empty potion bottles to fill them up with the Draught of Peace.

Finally a decent class.